“Eye Contact Is A Dangerous, Dangerous Thing. But Lovely. God, So Lovely.”

tonight I can write (the saddest lines) by pablo neruda / interview with andrew garfield on the late show / hilary stanton zunin / glass, irony, and god by anne carson / fleabag (2016-2019) / maya angelou / the return of the king by jrr tolkien / wandavision (2021-) / jamie anderson

Our minds are scattered all over space and time

I looked at you

And saw you

Looking at me

Eyes full of wonder

What could you have been thinking?

I thought about

Our world of wonders

And that there are more dead people than stars in the sky

But I still wish upon a star

Cause we come from stardust and we will return to the universe

As a star shining so bright

What could have I been thinking?

Your words, I contemplate on them

Like a lone sage in a silent pilgrimage

Feeling for the most minute

Movement of Spirit

Your words they compel me

To look up the night sky

And see not stars

But a whole new story

Of what Was, Is and Is To Come

A line age so ancient

My spirit falls down on its knees

In reverence to the stars

I looked at you

And I swear I saw galaxies in your eyes

Eyes full of stardust

The reflection of our universe

My mind can’t understand

The infinity of our galaxy

Yet this feels like a small infinity

I want this moment to last forever

So I wish upon a star

Hopefully my wish shoots up into the sky

To become one with the stardust surrounding us

James P. Onse & Lexi

My first magical poetry collaboration with @jamesponse here’s to more☄️✨

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

I might be confused sometimes in my head but it is not something you need to talk about. Before you can talk you have to line it all up in order and I had rather just let it swirl around until I am too tired to think.

Kaye Gibbons (via quotemadness)

“Just a thought away from being lost in her sway.”

— Be careful what you wish for.

When will you realize that you and I belong together

We may be toxic for one another but living another day with you is painful

The pain eats me away day by day

The moons calls to me at night, reflecting all our memories

The frosty cold night breeze prickles through my skin, reminding me of our romantic walks by the park and how you kissed me breathlessly as if I was your oxygen

"The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries."

-René Descartes

“i like every person i meet. for like 17 days. after that either they expect too much or give too little. expectations and expectations and some more. it’s not like they like me indefinitely. shall i put in the effort and emotion to get to know them beyond their superficial layers and see the love and the hurt and the humanity in them when they are just going to stop caring about my existence perhaps at day 67 or 172? Shall i pacify the devil inside them when it will laugh at my attempts when they walk away at day 213? shall i? or shall i just shut up and go to sleep.”

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